"Buck, I'm telling you that
sooner or later,
you're going to have to put that
other foot down."
"No, I'm not. "
"Yes, you will."
"No, I won't."
"Yes you will."
"Not..."
This is the gist of the morning conversation.
The ramp is not too bad but the ground always has frost on it, and if I had bare feet, I'd try to get away with keeping one of them tucked up into my feathers for as long as possible too.
I won that argument. Buck had to use two feet and a beak
to express his opinion of my shoes .
He should talk.
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